It was early morning. Sarada was standing in the bathroom brushing her silky dark hair, dressed in only a pair of panties and one of his shirts when a sleepy Boruto snuck behind her. His hands slowly snaked under her oversized shirt to grab her bare hips.

He pulled her back against his warm body, peppering soft kisses against her neck. When she felt his erection press against her bottom, Sarada caught his gaze in the mirror.

"You're insatiable," she said with a teasing smirk.

"You're irresistible," he purred, before sucking on her pulse. She melted against him, her body always so quick to submit to his touch.

A soft bite on her neck made her shiver and sigh. Sarada pressed herself back, rubbing against his growing need and Boruto growled his approval.

"Take a shower with me," he demanded, his voice raspy with want.

Her eyes fluttered closed with a soft moan as one of his hands traveled upward to gently massage her breast, while the other traced teasing touches over her clothed womanhood.

Sarada couldn't say no even if she wanted to.

He peeled off her shirt and started the shower, the room slowly beginning to fill with steam. She turned around and her lips met his in a lazy, lusty kiss.

Her tongue slow dancing with his as Boruto's palm slid up her stomach to grab a handful of her chest. Each touch of his lit her skin on fire and made her feel even more sensitive than before. She exhaled a wanton little whine into his mouth when he teased her pebbled nipples.

The room grew hotter and Sarada was beginning to feel light-headed, desire coursing through her veins. He hooked his fingers in her panties, sinking to his knees as he pulled them down the length of her slender legs.

Boruto looked up at her with lusty blue eyes that made her bite her lip in anticipation of his next move.

She was already trembling, wet, and wanting and he hadn't even touched her most sensitive parts. Sarada leaned back against the bathroom counter as he began softly dragging his lips against her inner thigh.

He pulled one of her legs to rest over his shoulder and grant him better access. She was so aroused, so anxious for his touch, but, of course, he was teasing her. Those blues eyes watching her every reaction.

Sarada opened her mouth to yell at him, but a desperate moan escaped instead as he dragged his hot tongue between her folds.

One hand grabbed the counter to steady herself, the other tangled into his blonde hair as the mirrors started fogging up from the steam of the shower.

Sarada threw her head back, mewling as he swirled his tongue around her clit in a slow, torturous rhythm. The pressure in her core steadily building.

"Ahh, ohh~" she cried, barely able to stand without the support of the counter. Her hips rocked against his probing tongue until she came apart, gasping his name.

When Boruto stood up, she was thankful for his steady hands that rested on her waist. Her legs felt like jelly.

He quickly stripped off his pants and guided her into the waiting shower, the warm spray washing over their bodies. Their hands slid over each other's naked skin as they resumed their steamy kiss. There was just something so naughty about tasting herself on his tongue that served to heighten her arousal.

Her hand wrapped around his firm length, pumping it up and down and making Boruto groan with impatience. "Turn around," he rasped.

Sarada obeyed, bending over slightly as she braced herself against the cool tiled wall. Her breathing heavy in anticipation.

She peeked over her shoulder with dark half-lidded eyes as Boruto groped her ass with both hands, squeezing the plump flesh and making her sigh.

When he met her gaze, he gave her a naughty little smirk before his hand slipped between her thighs, making her hips jump as he played with her sensitive clit.

"C'mon already," she whined, sick of his teasing. Sarada bit her lip to hold back a moan as she felt him sliding his hard cock against her slick entrance.

"Say you want it," he husked.

She tried pushing back against him, but his strong grip on her waist held her steady. Heat bloomed across her cheeks, a little embarrassed that he was making her say something like that out loud.

"Iwantit," she muttered under her breath.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that," he said with a salacious grin. Her breath hitched as his tip dipped into her wet core, only to immediately retreat. Sarada let out a sad whimper.

"Boruto... please!" she groaned shamelessly, her body frustrated and aching to be filled. "I want it! I want your cock! Pleas— ohh~"

Her desperate pleas were interrupted by the lustful moan that tore from her throat as he slammed into her in one swift thrust. He gripped her round hips, fingertips sinking in her pale flesh with bruising pressure as he pulled out and sunk back in again and again.

Sarada's eyes rolled back and her breathing grew labored as she endured his rough treatment. Her hands splayed against the shower wall giving her just enough leverage to push back against him, meeting his fervent thrusts.

"Is this what you wanted?" Boruto growled. The hunger in his tone sent a shiver down her spine.

She didn't respond right away, too focused on the intoxicating pleasure of his throbbing cock stretching her, filling her again and again.

Sarada felt the sting of pain against her ass before her dazed mind registered the sharp sound of a hand smacking wet flesh. She exhaled a shuddering moan, confused why something that hurt could also give her so much pleasure.

"Yes~" she finally replied, her voice breathless.

His fingertips skated lightly over the faint pink handprint on her pale bottom, sending chills throughout her body. Her moist walls involuntarily clutched his length tighter.

Boruto exhaled something between a sigh and a chuckle. "You like getting spanked, don't you?"

"Yes~" she whimpered with a furrowed brow. Her foggy brain unable to be embarrassed by the wanton way she pushed back against him, a silent plea for another strike.

Oh, and he delivered.

Her back arched as she cried out his name, the sting worse than the first but the pleasure was greater too. Sarada couldn't explain why it felt so good, but that delicious pain combined with his furious thrusts in perfect harmony.

Sarada was about ready to beg for more, when his hand reached out and covered her hand that braced against the tiled walls, their fingers intertwined. Boruto leaned forward, pressing her upper body against the cool wall. His chest rested against her back as the steaming water trickled down their heated skin.

His brutal pace began to slow into a sensual grind that filled her so deeply and fully that she could barely think. Her lips parted, sighing harsh breaths with each firm slide of his cock into her tight warmth.

Boruto took two fingers and softly traced over her lips before pushing into her mouth. Without question, she began sucking on his digits, running her tongue over their length.

"Good girl," he breathed against her ear. Sarada felt her core clench around him, unreasonably turned on by his praise. The rock of his hips against hers never ceasing.

She whined when he removed his fingers from her mouth, surprised by how much she enjoyed it. But she quickly learned his plans were much better as his slick fingers slipped between her thighs to massage her swollen clit.

Sarada murmured unintelligible curses as he circled her sensitive nub with just the right amount of pressure. "Fuck... Boruto~" she breathed, the tension in her core coiled so tight as he filled her again and again. "Ooh god… so good… you're cock is so good."

She felt him sink his teeth into her shoulder as he stilled his hips and hands. His body rigid and his eyes clenched shut.

"Why would you stop?!" Sarada sobbed, so close to the edge it hurt. She wiggled against him, encouraging him to continue.

Boruto groaned, his hand covering hers tightened its grip. "I'm trying not to come too soon... but when you talk like that… fuck, it's hot," he croaked.

"Come! Come inside me! I don't care, just don't stop!" she whined bucking her hips against his.

"Fuck Sarada, what are you doing to me?" he moaned against her neck as he slowly resumed his steady thrusts.

The sound of her soft whimpers and mumbled affirmations turned him on beyond belief.

It didn't take much longer until Sarada was crying out with an earth-shattering release, sparks danced behind her closed eyes, her body practically vibrating with pleasure.

Boruto followed only a moment later, hugging her slippery wet body against his as he came inside her tight warmth, and exhaled a satisfied sigh.

They stepped out of the bathroom after washing each other's bodies. His groping hands on her chest and bottom just "making sure" she was clean. Once she escaped the hot, lusty cloud that consumed the bathroom, Sarada felt like she could finally catch her breath.

"I didn't know you like talking dirty that much, Sarada," Boruto teased as he ran a towel over his hair.

"Oh whatever, I just said what you wanted to hear," she lied, thankful she could blame her flushed cheeks on their hot shower.

"Oh really?" he grinned. "I mean I would've been happy with a simple "I want it" but you couldn't hold yourself back and all your true feelings spilled out."

"Shut up," Sarada grumbled, rolling her eyes as she began getting dressed.

"When are you finally going to admit that you're in love with me?"

"You're projecting again," Sarada scoffed.

The hockey players all filed into the locker room after another arduous practice. Their season was going really well, but another tough game was coming up and their coach wasn't about to let them get cocky.

Boruto peeled off his sweat-soaked practice shirt and tossed it into his bag before exhaling a big yawn against the back of his hand.

"What's got you so tired lately?" Shikadai asked, teal eyes observing Boruto's exhausted features.

"Uh," he hesitated. It was true that the schedule Sarada made him was perfect, but now that they added other activities to his routine, he was getting a lot less sleep.

"A better question is who!?" Iwabe chimed with a suggestive wiggle of his brow from Boruto's other side.

He turned his head, a smirk tugging at his lips, "what makes you think it's a who?"

"Because I know you!" Iwabe burst out laughing.

"Maybe I have just been studying really hard lately!" Boruto grinned as he pulled on a fresh shirt.

Shikadai snorted a laugh and slammed his locker closed, "at least come up with a convincing excuse if you're going to lie."

"C'mon man," Iwabe chuckled. "Are you gonna spill the dirty details or what?"

In the past, it wasn't uncommon for Boruto to share the stories of his late-night escapades with women, but this thing he had with Sarada didn't feel like something he should be regaling in a sweaty locker room.

It wasn't even so much that he knew she wanted to keep it a secret, but rather that he wanted to preserve this special bubble that kept their "relationship" free from outside opinions.

"I got nothing to spill," he shrugged as the trio of boys made their way toward the door.

When Boruto walked out of the locker room, he spotted Sumire leaning against the wall, looking adorably shy.

"Question answered," Iwabe mumbled, playfully elbowing Boruto in the side before he and Shikadai walked away.

He actually hadn't seen Sumire in a while, but Boruto didn't bother to correct him.

"Hey, stranger," Sumire smiled sheepishly.

"Hey, you," Boruto smirked as he approached her and blue eyes fell to the bag in her hand.

"Oh, yeah! I, uh, was at Thunder Burger and I just was thinking about you so I thought I would bring you one of their specials."

"You didn't have to do that," he said, accepting the offered food before pulling her into a tight hug. Sumire's smile widened as she snuggled against his broad chest.

But a guilty look flashed across Boruto's features as he held her. He felt bad because Sumire only started buying him snacks and sports drinks after having seen Sarada do the same.

He knew Sumire wanted to win his affections, but he didn't know how to explain that Sarada only did those nice things for him out of obligation.

Then again, he hadn't been using his requests on Sarada lately. He didn't really have to, she brought him things without him even asking and he wasn't sure if she did it out of habit or because she was trying to be thoughtful in the same way that Sumire did.

"I'm sorry I didn't text you back yesterday, I've just been crazy busy with training for the Grand Prix, and midterms, and hockey," Boruto pulled away from their hug to look Sumire in the eyes, but his hand still lingered on her waist. "You know how it is."

"No, no, of course, I understand," she quietly nodded. But then her eyes flickered down to the floor as a blush spread across her cheeks. "Would it be silly if I told you I miss you?"

Her breath hitched as Boruto brushed a violet lock behind her ear. His fingers traced down her cheek and pushed her chin up to meet his gaze.

"I miss you, too," he said softly and a sweet smile spread across her lips.

"Do you think we could do something together soon? I know you're busy, so we could just hang out and study?" she asked hopefully.

"Yeah, I'd like that," he agreed.

Sarada seldom invited Boruto over to her house and never let him sleepover, because she was afraid of this exact situation.

"Wake up!" she said in a harsh whisper, violently shaking a very naked Boruto. Sleepy blue eyes fluttered half-open.

"What time is it?" he rasped, obviously not registering the urgency in her voice.

"It doesn't matter what time it is! It's morning, okay!" Sarada quietly told him. "I just heard my mom get home from work, so you need to get up unless you want her to see you!"

Thankfully that information was enough to rouse him.

"Fuck, what do I do?!" he whispered back as he rolled out of the bed, wide eyes glancing around the room. Their clothes haphazardly littered all over their floor.

"At least put some pants on!"

"Sarada?" a distant voice called, accompanied by the telltale sound of footsteps climbing the stairs. "Are you home?"

Boruto and Sarada nervously stared at each other, both waiting for the other to have some revelation on what to do.

"Good morning!" Sarada called back, still sitting in bed wrapped in her blankets.

"You should've just pretended you were still asleep or something!" Boruto whispered with wide eyes. Sarada cringed as she realized that probably would've been a much better idea, then she could've snuck him out when her mom got in the shower.

Shit!

"Sarada?" Sakura's voice was closer now, followed by a knock on the bedroom door.

Urgent blue eyes clashed with panicky black.

"Hide!" Sarada mouthed and Boruto frantically looked around the room.

Her breath caught at the sound of her mother twisting the doorknob, in her rush to do something with Boruto she didn't dress herself. So now she was trapped in bed, naked under the covers.

Sarada laid back down pretending to have just woken up when Sakura peeked her head in.

"How was work, Mama?" Sarada asked in her best attempt at a sleepy voice.

"It was good," Sakura replied with a soft smile and opened the door to let herself in.

Sarada's heart rate increased with the way her mother's green eyes scanned the room, seemingly suspicious.

"Sarada, your room is so dirty…"

Sarada sprang upright, clutching her blanket to her bare chest. "Mom! It's fine! I'll get it later!" she said anxiously as Sakura began picking up the loose articles of clothing on the floor.

"No, no it's fine," she insisted, walking toward the laundry basket in the closet with an armful of clothes.

"Don't!" Sarada cried.

But Sakura ignored her, sliding open the closet door to discover a shirtless Boruto standing there wearing nothing but a pair of unbuttoned jeans and a nervous grin.

"Good morning, Mrs. Uchiha," he said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

"Well, good morning to you too, Boruto," Sakura chuckled, taking in his state of undress before peeking over her shoulder at her daughter with a rather amused smile.

Sarada was sitting in her bed, hiding her mortified face in her hands. "How'd you know he was in there?" she muttered.

"Honey, his shoes are by the door."

A/N: haha busted! thank you so so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this update! I'd LOVE to hear your thoughts and reactions in the comments!

Also, I've had a few comments regarding them like being safe, and you can definitely assume Sarada is on birth control lol. This is NOT an accidental pregnancy story.